Ryun Phuntsho Biography

So little pangs I have
of what i may cease to stop.
All beings, to it, dive and dash,
only the phoenix will rise from its ash.
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The trebles of his equalising voice
fading through the grayish moon
i lie awake
before the dawn burst his talks of hope.
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O' my soul, the fairy of heaven or more
Saddled shades on thine glowing face
Craves thou; of the mystified roar,
And of the shattering shivers screaming through the changing days.
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Could i be
the Galloway of heaven.
for thee; the fallen angel,
the lone speck over the integrating tides.
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Thou shall not contempt
the stooping religion; approaching Armageddon.
thou shall not with held
the ceremonious rituals; fatalistic death.
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